Yesterdays post was a nightmare.
I’m still afraid of the man that I was cuz I’m drinking with Dr.
Jekyll Never hold on to the state of a buz.
I’m sloppy it aint pretty, do a golf clap take a man bow.
Till the next time that we meet at the top of the Hollywood Sign.
Don’t leave me next to the pool bar where I’m all alone with the concience of fate.
I’ll choose my favorite beverage and vomit it up on the chest of my date.
The names Baby, and in the spot light I’m a real lady but when the cameras off,
i die slowly.
I’ve got Entourage but they dont know me.
Cuz I’m the ghost of the Hollywood Sign